And I Despise This House

The grasp is choking, hard, and cruel The roofs are limited yet wide. I am the servant to this place. Her burning gaze sears through my eyes. “You shall despise this house.” Never to return to here. This foundation built on itself. Raised to sky with other hands, with elements of life. Another breath - two more to hear, a shriek that is my name And to the gaze I whisper softly, “I shall despise this house.” I am the builder of this place. With arms held up by strings. My eyes waver across the fleeting ground. Trembling as I see. The whole of the world moves through me in blurs, When its distinct colors form to light. With clutched fingers on the rails, they make My ears ring from the sound. I await the end on the last stair. And I despise this house